Текст песни Making Love Alone - Bernadette Peters
A
log
thrown
on
the
fire,
two
profiles
met
as
one
The
igniting
of
desire
in
the
air
But
when
there's
just
one
profile,
And
yet
desire
grows
Despite
the
fact
there's
no
one
else
to
care
Must
romance
be
abandoned
as
it's
fanning
its
own
flame?
Waiting
to
burst
full-blown
No
There's
a
special
kind
of
bliss
Not
engendered
with
a
kiss
Surreptitiously
indulged
in
less
well
known
For
when
one
cannot
make
love
with
another
One
can
still
make
love
alone
There's
a
certain
special
magic
To
the
touch
of
your
own
hand
And
a
special
thrill
Knowing
that
you
will
For
sure
soon
be
feeling
grand
And
the
tender
swell
of
rapture
You
don't
have
to
try
to
postpone
That's
what
it's
like
When
your
Making
Love
Alone
Oh
the
sweet,
sweet
sound
of
your
own
breathing
As
the
sky
turns
pale
pink
to
hot
And
the
special
thrill
Knowing
that
you
will
Not
catch
God
only
knows
what
It's
the
kind
of
glove
that
fits
hand
in
glove
And
burst
like
a
bud
full
blown
That's
what
it's
like
When
you're
Making
Love
Alone
Who
can
describe
the
special
sweetness
of
knowing
The
speed
that
your're
going
is
right
And
is
there
anything
as
thrilling
As
trying
to
keep
the
book
open
to
page
24
all
night
How
reassuring
to
know
When
it's
finally
time
to
go
That
you'll
still
be
there
when
you
leave
And
as
dawn
is
for
breaking
You
hear
yourself
making
A
date
for
New
Years
Eve
It's
the
kind
of
love
that
fits
hand
in
glove
Especially
when
the
glove
is
your
own!
For
the
date
when
you
can't
see
their
faces
The
one
who
knows
all
the
best
places
Who'll
never
ask
your
sign
on
the
phone
No
no
no
signs
Due
to
the
simple
magic
of
making
love
Not
taking,
faking,
mistaking
love
The
simple
magic
of
Making
Love
Alone
Save
on
cologne!
That's
what
its
like
when
you're
Making
Love
Alone...
Alone...
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